The deepening darkness lulled the entire base into a serene peace. While some peacefully slept, others tossed and turned. The silence of the night was close to terrifying.
The sound of the cooking class's iron pot being struck sounded right on time, but the normally responsible Sergeant Lin was still dressing. The sudden sound nearly scared him; he swiftly finished dressing. Amid the puzzled voices of several men soldiers who had been awakened, he pulled open the dormitory door and left.
He bumped right into the figure striking the pot as they came to be face to face.
In the dim light, Sergeant Lin looked several times before recognizing the person standing in front of him, knocking on the pot.
Flossie Wright.
"Why are you up so early?"
Seeing Flossie Wright holding the pot, Sergeant Lin stiffened his face, snatched the pot from her hand and directly scolded her without good humour.
